World-waving

The day is perking along: got up and ran to voice lesson to sing Cesar Franck's Panis Angelicus, nabbed a piece of birthday cake and sang Happy Birthday; and raced back through dewy Cooper Park for the first conference call with The National Book Award judges for young people's literature. And it all went easily: we're all so nice and agreeable! Now I must drag out the grindstone and firm up my